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Cupcake Caper
06.04.12 | Permalink | | Comments Off on Cupcake CaperGigi and Tamara crafted these pink S’mores cupcakes this weekend. They are very good. So good,in fact, that apparently Martha mounted the dining table to politely help herself to a cupcake.
At least that was the story shouted up to me from the stairwell by Jude with great urgency. “Umm Daddy!? Martha got on the table and ate a cupcake.” he declared.
I had to think this through for a second. Martha hates our vegetarian fare. Furthermore, she would never get something from the table, even the coffee table.
So I asked Jude if he ate the cupcake or Martha did. He affirmed that Martha had eaten it, and then the voice from the other shoulder must have gotten the best of him and he fessed up.
Downstairs we found the perfectly unfolded cupcake paper that, had Martha really been the culprit, would have made her a master of the no thumb cupcake contest.
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The Galleria of Weirdy Beard
05.29.12 | Permalink | | Comments Off on The Galleria of Weirdy BeardAll these years Bradley thought he couldn’t grow a beard. All these years he said it was thin, it was holey, and he lamented his inability to really grow a good beard. I was secretly (okay, not so secretly) happy that a beard seemed out of his realm as I had no desires to kiss a bearded husband. But one weekend Bradley let it grow, and as it grow we looked at him carefully. Hmm… could he grow a beard? There was only on way to find out. Of course, he let it come in. And come in it did! It was thick and curly, red, blonde and just the wee bit of silver flashing here and there. The holes and blank spots quickly camouflaged themselves and suddenly there it was: a beard. On my babe. Bradley looked amazing. I mean, if I can be so frank, I think my husband is pretty beautiful. I know I am supposed to think that, so I wonder often if I have my wife blinders on or something, but I think he is a babe. With the beard he went from babe to uber-babe. He was babalicious, bab-a-riffic and all of those other things I could say that would make him blush under his beard (that said, I love the baby faced version of the hubs a whole heckuva lot too). Gigi loved it, I was rapidly won over, then the heat hit and he got itchy and sweaty. Bradley made the decision to cut the beard and try it again in colder weather. Naturally, we couldn’t allow such an opportunity to pass us by, so we present to you The Galleria of Weirdy Beard:
First step – the full Bradley Beard. And so it begins…
The Van Dyke (Yes, that is it’s real name. I cannot vouch for the rest of the names on this page.)
The Stinky Goat, the preferred facial hair of men of our generation. And the next generation. Oh, yeah, the next too. When oh when will the mustache waxed curly-cues make it back into vogue?
Mr. Mustachio
The Freddie Mercury
Pepe Le Pu, Pencil Thin Mustache
Oops. Half Stache
My baby-faced babe, all shaved and clean. I must admit, that first snuggle seemed extra soft.
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Jude & the baby angel
05.28.12 | Permalink | | Comments Off on Jude & the baby angel
While taking off their shoes on the porch, Jude asked Tamara about the little angel statue with broken wings that rests there. Tamara explained that we got it to represent our first baby, which we lost. Jude thought about it and asked, “so she is an angel?”. Then after a pregnant pause he added, “so she have wings?”. Followed by “She da Toof Fairy!”
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Not a Paid Advertisement
05.20.12 | Permalink | | Comments Off on Not a Paid Advertisement
We are not fast food people. We don’t believe in McDonalds, essentially, and only turn to those kinds of places on vacations. In fact, Burger King is often one of the first places we hit on the way out of town to, well, anywhere, such a treat is all of that greasy salty goodness. Believe me, we get saturated halfway into our first croissandwich, but it is a fun tradition…. So when we pull up to a drive through, it is like vacation for the LJ kids!
We have heard of Krispy Kreme, of course. By now it seems like it is an American institution, like visiting Starbucks or McDonalds. Everyone has gone there, OF COURSE. We have seen the donuts everywhere: Thanksgiving, street fairs, birthday parties, weddings… people love their Classic Krispy Kreme donuts. We have had the opportunity to try them on one or two occasions, declaring them fine but NOTHING in comparison to the gourmet donut that Frost supplies. People said we have to go to the source, though, to get one straight from the fryer, glaze not even set.
So last Saturday found us driving down Aurora Avenue and it just rose in front of us, angels heralding, trumpets blaring, and we knew. This was our moment to become a true American family and finally get our Krispy Kreme on. We went through the drive through. Our kids, so excited, were silent in anticipation. We ordered the half dozen, plain, nothing fancy. And there they were: six Krispy Creme donuts, still warm, glaze not even set yet. Quickly our kids donned the hats, so anxious were they to join the ranks of those who love Krispy Kreme! We handed them each a donut… We tasted them… and yes, they were that creamy, gooey goodness, just like everyone claimed.
I don’t know if I need to return anytime soon, but it was a fun adventure, an inexpensive adventure, and one we can now cross off of our list and say,”Yes, we are Americans, and yes, we went to Krispy Kreme…. Once.”
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Phone Files
05.19.12 | Permalink | | Comments Off on Phone FilesI was looking at a blog recently of a former high school classmate and she includes an entry every once in a while called “What My Phone Saw This Week.” I love this idea. Not everything I photograph or think about fits neatly into a blog entry.  I don’t have a lot to say or a long story about everything, but somethings are too good to pass by…
Like this. How weird is this? Alone it looks strange, but when I also add that Gigi spent the morning combing and styling the blades of sedge grass, this picture is actually pretty cute! So, read on for more like this…
My Mother’s Day gift of a chalkboard made by the kids and the hubs. It is now hanging above our bed where we can change it to match our moods and the seasons. PERFECT!
My little “Daisy Head Jude” being very judel-riffic!
First ever self shot on the new phone. My nose looks gigantic in every one that I took which means my nose has grown or the camera is just not flattering. The mirror (and my heart) say it’s the camera…
This is not a good picture but it has one of the best women I know in it. My Mom and me on Mother’s Day.
And one of the best men. Love my dad, and by golly, is that a real smile I see? Tee-hee-hee! My dad doesn’t smile unless he’s laughing. He’s that guy in the picture who right when the camera clicks he gets so anxious or something that he makes a snarky remark and looks weird in every one with his mouth open and eyes pointing every which way. Now we force him to say tee-hee-hee over and over while we take pictures. It makes him embarrassed and he starts authentically laughing, resulting in a decent picture. He’s worse than a toddler. But for the first time ever, we have really good pictures of my dad, and that is worth everything. The following picture, and I am not even kidding, is of my father after I told him to smile. This is what he did:
I think we can all agree that our method provides a vast improvement on preserving his legacy.
Speaking of legacies, we stopped by to pay respects for Mother’s Day to two of the most significant people in Bradley’s life, and of course, the kids and mine as well. We all miss Grandma and Grandpa Kobs, but no one in our house feels their absence quite like their Grandson.
Finally, this weekend marks the 21st anniversary of my senior prom. Not the biggest deal ever, but certainly it was a memorable night that kicked started my romantic life like no other. As James and I have reconnected, it seemed appropriate to revisit the photographic evidence too!
